by Vagabond “Tony” Carter
It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly a year since we saw Matt Smith drop the bow tie and Peter Capaldi step into a new pair of kidneys. Much buildup was made of Capaldi’s entrance into the TARDIS, some feared that the show might not survive – but, the wait is over. Today, either at home or in the theater, at 7:50 p.m. we got to exhale.
But not for long, this isn’t the Doctor we met in 2005, nor is it the pretty-boy, or the madman with a box. We are faced with sterner, more mature, serious, and even at times rude, Timelord. Fans of the classic series will be put in mind of Hartnell, Pertwee, and even Colin Baker in his darker moments. The fun was still there, but no longer the result of a man trying to flirt with the universe. The Doctor has grown up.
Clara appears to have a harder time accepting a new face than expected. She’s seen his past regenerations, even “Grumpy pants,” so one is left wondering why the shock. On second glance though her reactions are terribly human. Each of us knows about or at least as heard about various tragedies on the news, but to see it in person, to be there, is a totally different matter.
Madame Vastra and the Paternoster gang are there to help her along with a bit of anger therapy, a mystery to solve, and the wrong question. Moffat’s trademark misdirection is masterfully employed here with the audience guessing at the true nature of things only to have the floor give way in more than one sense of the phrase. All in all, I’m very pleased here and eager to see more.
Oh and one final question: Missy Who?
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